Lost and Found

Gitau tiga wana. When you hear that shout in a secluded beach in the North coast then you have to start believing Pwani ni Kenya.  Gitau tiga uhii. Giki nikii uretigira? (Gitau. don’t be a small boy, what is there to fear? My main man who we will now call Muriuki is shouting. He is clearly not amused that Gitau cannot swim even with an inflated tube around his waist. It is a most hilarious scene. With all this shouting I am starting to doubt whether I woke up in Ndakaini public beach or Bamburi beach in Mombasa.

I am sipping my soda pretending to be on holiday. My head has refused to go on holiday though. I have been through a lot of stuff lately. Too much work and too little rest. I have noticed that I am leaving complete words out in my reports, it is taking longer to get the intros and my analysis is not what it used to be. I am feeling like a soda bottle that has been shaken and is about to be opened. I have said kama mbaya mbaya.

 I am taking leave. I am not the fulcrum upon which the world rotates.   I am for the first time beginning to appreciate the safety valve theory to stress and this few days have allowed me to be human again. I can well appreciate humanity again, the need to listen, to understand what am listening, to love life again. I am appreciating the journey I have been on professionally and personally.  The destination is certainly important but the planning, the execution and the pain and hills of the journey are what make this life worth it.

Like many others before me (and perhaps after me) I have struggled with purpose of life. What is my purpose in this earth and why despite having an outwardly successful image I struggle with what is really my calling. Successful NGO Director. Great father and role model. Faithful and loving husband. A community leader. All of the above. Why do I feel overwhelmed sometimes with all these expectations? Am I inadequately prepared for this life? What is that I am really good at?

The tide is getting higher and Gitau and his Ndakaini dam crew have left. Clearly not amount of kihii baiting would convince Gitau that water beyond half a karai is good fun. They remind me of the care free days when we swam in the river butt naked a local bully, aptly named Saddam, would sneak upon us and take away our clothes forcing us to spend the rest of the afternoons pleading with him and hiding from the girls coming to collect water from the river. We had our revenge one day and sneaked on him while he was swimming and took his clothes up a tree at the local nursery school. It is a lesson perhaps Gitau will need to take when he finally ditches the karai for the ocean.

To my right there is a guy wearing a purple hat front facing backwards. I noticed the hat first because I have a purple t-shirt. Maybe he is searching for meaning of life as I am doing. He is providing a one man entertainment for the whole of Kenyatta beach. I like his choice of spot. Just near where I am seating. There is a chick behind him. Dark glasses shield her eyes but she occasionally steals glances my way. Perhaps she is wondering what the middle aged guy in a purple t-shirt is doing tapping away at his phone like a teenager. She has this sad face like she has been asked to negotiate teachers’ salaries. The guy dancing to non-existent song is breaking a sweat and he seems to hear a song with different tempo. In his head. The change in tempo brings a smile to the sad faced chick with huge sunglasses. She smiles at the solo performer. I am looking at the guy, he has performed nonstop now for nearly 20 minutes. I am wondering what is on his mind. Is he dancing while asking himself what is his purpose in life? I certainly hope he feels appreciated by the girl with sunglasses. I am tempted to call him over but I don’t know who ordered the performance. I might have to deal with insurers for cancelled show. I take my eyes off the dancer to respond to a rustling sound on my left.

The glasses guy is here. He approaches and despite my effort to stare at my phone pretending to be busy he is adamant. Kaka ng’ara na moja. He is masking his Kikuyu accent pretty well but I am son of Kirinyaga and I know my accent even when hidden under layers of Russian caviar or Toronto goat cheese. I engage him and we immediately switch to lugha ya biashara. Macicicio ni mbeca cigana?. 200. No way. We haggle. Boss, mbona unanunua kama Mmeru. That gets me interested and I ask why.  “Because Meru are the worst bargainers, they must have a big sunglasses factory in Igembe. You tell them 200 and they go 50 and convince you they bought them for such. I am enjoying this and we go to which branch of Kuyu he is. From Gatanga. A place called Gatura. Not too far from my shags. I agree to buy and I ask myself whether he is struggling with the same questions as I am. Is he a good businessman, a good father. A good Son. A good husband/boyfriend.

The crowds are getting bigger. I overhear it is Idd. I have been lost in this self-introspection. The breeze is getting better and the chick with big glasses has finally acquired company. A giant of a Caucasian man in yellow unbuttoned shirt is interesting her. He has a moustache like a bicycle handle bar. He is drinking a Tusker beer and eating groundnuts. He motions for her to sit closer to him.  She cracks a smile and sadness has escaped her face. Maybe she will get her groove back. It is time for me to take a walk again. Maybe I will fund the answers am looking for behind the big glasses the guy from Gatanga sold me.

Stepping onto the balcony, reflections from Seattle

Over the last one month, July 2013, I have had privilege to be among 17 conservation leaders from around the world attending a month long Kinship Conservation Fellowship training at the beautiful Western Washington University in Bellingham, Washington state. I have also had time to catch up with relations living in America and generally reflect on life in a fast paced western city.  And what a month it has been, being able to step away from work and have time for reflection.

I arrived in Seattle with three goals; tour the city made famous by Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan’s’ 1993 movie – Sleepless in Seattle, participate in the Kinship Fellowship the best way I could and see my former student and protégé who moved to Seattle six years ago.  

I was perhaps naïve and expected all the three to fall in place chronologically but as in many events in life, things happen when they happen not when you wish them to happen. Needless to say I achieved all my goals but not in the fashion I had imagined them. At first I had not reckoned with the intensity of the fellowship training as well as the amazing sense of camaraderie that grew among the Fellows. It became difficult to leave the group without feeling you are walking away from a moment when a genius idea might pop( and many did pop).  In a weird sense it was like being in the Big Brother House only this time the reward is spending time with 17 really smart people trying to solve problems in far off places around the world.

I finally met my friend Betty and her family and we had an amazing reunion. I am sure those among you with teaching (or mentoring) experience always get this warm glow whenever you meet a former student who is succeeding. In a sort of reversal of roles Betty became my teacher in this “evergreen” state of the US and I experienced typical Kenyan diaspora day – upward of 20 hours of work, efficient and focused folks but also extremely tiring days.

Kinship Conservation Fellows is ground breaking program that every year selects 18 promising conservation leaders from across the globe and introduces them to market based tools in payment for ecosystem services. I know that sounds gibberish but to break it down, it might broadly be called “the benefits of nature to households, communities, and economies or, more simply, “the good things nature does. In our Kenyan context, the Aberdares ranges forest and people owning land upstream of Tana River provide the city of Nairobi with water (yes, the Nairobi water is manufactured so far away). In a market situation then, and because there is nothing for nothing, the people of Nairobi ought to pay people of Aberdares for keeping the water manufacturing machine (forest) running and intact. 

The 2013 Kinship Fellows Cohort

One might argue they do that through the water bills but how much does Nairobi Water Company invest back in the Aberdares? That is clearly a debate the company is involved in and it is very positive. Same case with East Africa Breweries and Coca Cola, without Aberdares and Mt Kenya forests there would be no Tusker lager (and White Cap ad infitum) and even no Coca Cola. These companies rely on water to make their products and therefore have a great incentive to make sure their primary input is safeguarded. Fortunately, there are some visionaries inside these companies and the thinking seems headed towards investing in conservation upstream of the water sources they use

The Fellowship explores all these market tools but also teaches adaptive leadership and how you apply those skills in real life leadership challenges. I left the Fellowship with sense of purpose to apply all the learning to my country and hopefully do something that ensures we treat our collective home better and safeguard the fantastic natural heritage we are blessed with.

My intention to become a tourist didn’t quite pan out as I had envisioned. On my wish list was a visit to the houseboat in the movie Sleepless in Seattle but that didn’t materialize. Instead I learnt a hell lot more from a four year old son of my friend.   I did a day babysitting Sean (who quickly and aptly nicknamed me Uncle Kenya) and although I have two kids of my own, it really made me appreciate what a task it is to satisfy curiosity of a 4 year old, be a part time kindergarten teacher and cook meals that kids actually like to eat and are healthy rather than are forced to eat. However, I got two days to visit downtown Seattle and also visit the birth place of the modern aviation industry, the Boeing Field and The Museum of Flight. Although it was my dream to visit the famous Seattle skyline marker – the Space Needle - and being the impatient Kenyan I am I gave it a miss after being informed that I would be on the queue for nearly three hours. 

The Museum of Light in Seattle turned out to be a delightful experience and a very stark reminder of how far the aviation technology has advanced in the last 100 years fueled by war (and therefore need to innovate better and faster fighter planes) and sometimes brilliant cooperation between outwardly competing nations especially during the space race during cold war years. My dream of being in a supersonic Concorde and Air Force one (more or less like the one in Harrison Ford’s Air Force One) was fulfilled, albeit on a museum grounds. 

I missed the Seattle boat house but not the spaceship!

So what did come back to Kenya with? Four important lessons I would say. Contrary to all the gloom painted about our country sometimes by some partisan international media, Kenya is still one of the better recognized brands in Africa. America has many problems too and although one would admire the adherence to rule of law, there are also many ugly problems. Racism (back home we call it tribalism) is still prevalent. While visiting, one particular incident stood out. The (in)famous George Zimmerman trial was happening then and for a non-American like me, it was beyond comprehension how one George Zimmerman, a white vigilante and a cop wannabe, could shoot to death unarmed black teenager Travyon Martin walking home in rain and therefore with a hoodie up and claim self-defense while clearly he was the aggressor.

 In a hard to understand legal mumbo jumbo, an aggressor in Florida can, while in the process of engaging with you, become the victim of your need to defend yourself. Here is how. If you defend yourself too well and he feels threatened he can “stand his ground” shoot you and walk free. It was the scariest thing for a black man visiting America to imagine that whenever I passed through a neighborhood and depending on how I walked – upright, stooped, too slow, too quick – people can profile me to be a thief or otherwise. It almost seemed that there will be a need for the Americans to come up with a “good black man walk” where people don’t profile you based on how you walk or dressed. I can imagine many fathers and mothers having a difficult conversation with their sons on how the world is not fair even though it outwardly claims to be. In Kenya we have our tribalism but that case in America was truly scary.

Far away from racism another enduring lesson was the need to plan and think really long term. We have a vision to achieve – Vision 2030 - but I came back with a conviction that great vision without great people is irrelevant. We need great people to achieve a great vision. There is very little buy-in from the public on the vision 2030. It is almost like some bureaucratic jingle that only a few technocrats understand the composition while the rest of us sing the chorus. I became convinced that our work ethic has to change, that everybody including the teachers, ought to be paid by the number of hours worked. Basically what you put in is what you should take out, plain and simple. In Kenya, there is no doubt we have smart people, we lead the world in some innovations including the mobile money, but we cannot be satisfied with just being good, we have to be great and that requires the leadership at both political and business arenas redefine the landscape in which our superordinate goal – a middle income economy by 2030 is realized.

Another lesson and more relevant to my taking the month in Seattle is that the environmental degradation can be reversed. With visionary leadership we can design innovative solutions like the Catskills watershed programme that saved the New York City billions of dollars and provides low cost water service to the city of New York. Costa Rica reversed a near catastrophic deforestation rate and the country is slowly but surely increasing forest cover.   When juxtaposed with New York, Nairobi is a not insurmountable in providing an efficient water service. Fortunately there is desire to link ecosystems services in the business thinking of the water company. When we conserve the upstream watershed in Aberdares and Mt. Kenya, we are guaranteed cheap and reliable water supply. Having water running in our taps is not merely a technical fix, it is tied to the well-being of Aberdares and it is time city fathers and Nairobi County started investing in the counties that ensure it gets water at the lowest possible cost..  This may in fact need the Water service (WASCO’s) companies to levy an environmental conservation levy that goes directly to the communities upstream. I know for sure my water provider lists something named “conservancy” in my bill but it does nothing to make sure my water is cheaper 

My final lesson was on how hard the Kenyans in diaspora work. While the folks back home appreciate the remittances, it would be good if they ask themselves how that money is earned. For majority of those I met (and it is not a big sample) one thing run common, they value work, put is insane hours and live a very on the edge life. Kenyans in the diaspora are also respected for their hard work and adaptability. Although there is now a constitutional provision for dual citizenship, I believe we need a specific targeted strategy to bring the great diaspora skill resources to benefit our economy. It must go beyond rhetoric. Companies hiring highly skilled diaspora people need to get incentives to keep them in our country either through a tax benefit or some other mechanism. For nearly 1 million people, majority who dearly love their Jamhuri, we have to find a more strategic way of engaging them either at national or at the individual county levels beyond the remittances which are clearly a pillar of our economy

Sukutan, Yes we did

On 23^rd January when I wrote about the sad plight of young Leimbokai’s school (or lack of it) in Sukutan, I never imagined how difficult it would be to plan, fund-raise and make purchases for materials, deliver them and inspire the community members to effectively take the bull by its horns and construct a classroom and two toilets, all in 20 days. I also didn’t reckon with the amount of goodwill from people from many corners of the world who send us messages of encouragement and who offered to help us physically construct and with suggestions.  But once a line has been drawn on the sand, a date had been set for the valentines’ day; we had to work against the clock to make this happen.

The School under a tree. This what young Leimbokai was calling a school.

I got encouragement as soon as I finished writing the story. Virginia Wahome called immediately and volunteered. Gayla Fetcher and Tim Muli, who I had worked with in trying to resolve water issues, came with suggestions on the fundi. I called him and he was interested and willing to join. They say dynamo comes in small packages. I thought that was cliché until I met Maryann Mugo and Lillian Geoffrey, two ladies, one in Yaoundé, Cameroon and the other in Nairobi who passed the word, lobbied their colleagues at work and kept encouraging John and me that we can do it. Their incredible energy and commitment to social justice issues is admirable. What is even more admirable is their ability to step out of the comfort zone and live on the edge, willing to make paths for others to follow where there were no paths before!

Our boss at Zeitz Foundation, Dr. Liz Rihoy, made available the resources of the Zeitz Foundation to ensure the community were able to build their own decent classroom for the children. Transport is the biggest hindrance in a project of this nature which is being undertaken by the community and outside supporters, and the Zeitz Foundation provided a tractor to carry the sand from a community sand pit and haul natural stone to the school site and transport to get the fundi's and volunteers to Sukutan. Additionally,  two of our colleagues from the Foundation,  Maina Mbogo and Joseph Ciuri, worked with community members, standing in the line where capacity gaps were so glaring and assisting the community members build a belief that even with such short time, they could successfully carry out this project, with a minimum of external support. 

Day 1: Thursday 14^th February. Temperature: 35 degrees Celsius, clear sky, no cloud in sight.

Our Valentine’s Day date had finally arrived and our date with fate, as it were, was finally here. On a clear cloudless day and with weather forecast predicting a hot dry day, we all gathered on a rocky patch where the school was supposed to be and the community wazee (elders) selected the site.  Soon after, James, the mason recommended by my friends Gayla Fecher and Timothy Muli got to work measuring and pegging in the dimensions. It was a moment so beautiful, considering that three weeks earlier, I had seen a roof torn by wind on a room no larger than a standard bedroom that had housed the entire 42 children and their teacher. We dug the foundations and set the support poles and admired the handiwork but still we were not sure. Had we bitten more than we could chew? 

Day 2: Friday 15^th February. Clear cloudy day and temperatures still at 35 degrees

We woke early to avoid the hot sun and started off immediately fixing the wall plate for support while our second fundi, Maina, together with our maintenance crew, Chris and Joseph, worked on making trusses. In this part of the world, everything is manual and it was a slow but a rewarding process as the first, then second, till the fifth trusses came into shape. Meanwhile, on the other end of the site, James and community members were laying the natural stone masonry. The women from the community were fetching water and making a future break time shade for the kids. Everybody seemed to have woken inspired and ready to work. 

At 11 am, our friends from the Wonderbag, an innovative cooking bag arrived and gave a demonstration to the ladies on how to use the bag. This wonder bag cooks without a heat source and therefore saves women (and men) time and money as it only needs the food to boil for number of minutes and then you transfer the pot to the wonderbag and tie it shut and wait for few hours. In Sukutan, the community members tasted their first wonderbag lunch after only 1 hour. In a highly patriarchal society like Sukutan where women cook, fetch the wood, water and build houses, this bag could indeed live up to its name as a wonderbag for ladies.

At noon, our volunteers from other parts of Kenya started calling, they had already left their work places and were slowly making their way to Nanyuki for the pickup point. Martin had already left from Laikipia West, MaryAnn and Ngumba had already left Nairobi and Michael had called in with sad news that he wouldn’t make it because of bereavement. As I left the site that evening, I could not help but admire how far we had come in just two days. The trusses were complete, two tractor loads of sand on site, all the natural stone needed on site, water on site, all tents pitched. We were chugging along well 

Day 3: Departure Nanyuki, Kenya 6: AM temperature 17 degrees. Crew: MaryAnn, Martin, Ngumba, Ian and Njenga

My volunteers arrived at various times and we held a briefing meeting and agreed to make an early start to cover the 78KM from Nanyuki to school site. Immediately after 6am, we headed for the Laikipia plateau leaving the snowy peaks of Mt. Kenya behind us with assurance that when they are visible that early in the morning, we would have a good day. We made our way through Segera, enjoying the game viewing experience that you don’t find elsewhere while heading north towards Sukutan. 

We arrived shortly after eight just in time to catch the Moran’s helping the mason and carpenter hoist the trusses. Maryann immediately wondered off to join the ladies and excited laughter from her new friends was reassuring. Martin and I wondered to fix the toilet and Ian and Ngumba joined the crew heading to the river to fetch water and sand. I must mention the toilet because many people take it for granted. This is the first ever toilet constructed in Sukutan and it gave us great joy to be able to do it no matter how simple it.

Maryann joined the construction crew and her Nielsen t-shirt said loudly, she immediately added VALUE. The men were challenged and they quickened the pace hoping to wear her out but she is toughie, this one. She worked with the crew, collecting stone, plastering and cutting the reinforcement iron hoops until we had to take a tea and water break. At 11 am the temperatures were past 32 degrees and still not the hottest part of the day.

By lunch hour (which varies depending on the chef’s mood) we had already set all the trusses and the second wall had already gotten to waist level. By evening everybody was bone tired but a bleating sheep being led our way got us immediately interested. It must in every Kenyan DNA that the mention of Nyama choma (barbequed mutton) changes the conversation and brings the best in us. We gathered around a fire and as Moran’s slaughtered the goat we recapped the day and wondered how the history will record the product of our endavours that day. Shortly after, the mutton was on the grill and we spend the rest of the evening enjoying the ribs and assuring Maryann that even though she could hear the hyenas, they wouldn’t come near her tent.

A volunteer Maryann makes new friends. the classroom is behind them

Day 4 Sunday 17^th February, Final day.

We made an early start, and this time, it was really early. Everybody was out of bed by 5.50am and we watched the glorious Laikipia sunrise and got to work. For breakfast, we had boiled meat and tea and I haven’t had a more tasty breakfast like that in a long time. At 6.20, the roofing crew were ready to nail the first corrugate iron sheet and we quickly settled into rhythm and in two hours were finalising the roofing structure. Now we could work under the shade while fixing the walls. We brought all the materials – cement, mesh wire, nails under the new roof and laid extra layer of stone before breaking for a prayer.

Being a Sunday, we gathered under the new shade and Joshua, a community member led the prayers thanking God for the structure and blessings for the many people who helped bring it to life. We spoke of the tasks ahead, completing the structure 100% and moving the kids to the new building by end of February 22^nd. As community members went round the building, I could notice a spring in their walk, they were proud of what they had been able to accomplish and what the future hold for young Leimbokai whose encounter with me started the whole story. With the money raised, we will be able to pay for the mason to completer the walls, plaster them and put a cement floor on the classroom.  We still are not out of woods yet as we will require benches for the children but it is a first step for young Leimbokai to join mainstream society. 

This would not have happened without the help of many people. I can only mention a few here. First and foremost to Almighty for giving us energy to do this. Many thanks to staff of Nielsen led by Maryann Mugo, May God Bless all of them and continue to make them prosper. Many Special thanks to the staff of Zeitz Foundation, you really are the A team!  Carson Wagonlit Kenya, we look forward to seeing you soon. James Evander and Maina, you are great guys, no wonder Jesus was born into a carpenter’s home – your work requires immense patience and grace which you guys have in abundance.

My reflections from Korea. Final post

Reflections from Korea

I have had the privilege this September to attend the IUCN World Conservation Congress in Jeju Korea. IUCN (World Conservation Union) is the oldest, largest and most powerful conservation organization in the world with an observer status at the UN and with memberships cutting across governments, academia, NGOs and community conservation groups. The 2012 WCC held in the Korean island of Jeju was therefore an Olympics of sorts for the conservationists.

Delegates get ready for opening ceremony

 In my travel and stay in Korea I have learnt a few things which I think may be worth sharing with my fellow countrymen. First and the principal lesson (and my reason for going to Korea) is that we must take better care of our environment and there are tough toiches we must make as individuals, communities and nations. The WCC sessions bringing together the smartest scientists, policy makers and governments tackled myriad of issues relating to the most pressing problems in our universe today; energy demand, better livelihoods and food security for estimated 9 billion people by 2050. Various presidents, former and present Prime ministers, Ministers and CEOs gave their views on how we can build more resilient food production systems, increase forest cover and allocate funds from our business process to offset and mitigate for environmental degradation occasioned by our commerce activities.

Korea was also illuminating in how international conservation politics is played. For some it is a game with its own unique rules and they derive such joy playing the game. It is a running joke in conservation politics that many conservationists have ten different opinions on anything which if you multiply by nearly 5000 delegates give you an astounding diversity of opinions, not the least because they are expressed in nearly 182 different languages! Having said that, the IUCN elections for various posts is a study in lobbying silently and efficiently, knowing your target audiences and which motions are important to them and appealing both to their selfish and altruistic interests. At the of the congress, the members elect office bearers for the next 4 years and it is a big deal to win one of these posts. In this year’s congress, Mr Zhang Xinsheng of China was elected to lead the world’s largest environmental organization for the next four years.

The maxim that all politics is local was brought to bear in Jeju when villagers from a nearby Gangjeong Village, also known as the Village of Water mobilized to protest against building a proposed naval base in their village. Korea, like Kenya will not allow you to picket and demonstrate when the President is addressing the meeting. Although subsequently they were able to protest later, on the opening day, the police made sure that no one could demonstrate within 2 kilometers of the convention centre. The villagers had very organized backers and they managed to have the naval base put as motion to be discussed which is a big deal in international conservation politics. But the lesson clearly is that participation and consent from citizens is necessary when undertaking such projects. The counter argument is that Korean needs to protect herself from aggression and therefore the need for the base. That is a matter that Koreans will sort but a lesson well learnt is that that no matter how small we are we can get our voices heard if we are determined and organised enough.

One of the other lessons is that strong focused leadership is a necessary and most important ingredient in moving the country forward. I was fortunate to spend some hours with a genial Korea TV producer who broke it down for me how their country has moved from “having the same GDP with Ethiopia (and Kenya) in the 1970 to the present US$31700”. Mr. Choi Tae Do, who works for Arirang, the largest Asian English TV network, told me that at 48 years of age, he had lived through the transformation from a relatively poor country to its present status as OECD country and leadership was key to achieving. President Lee Myung-bak is at the forefront of pushing his green growth model to the wider international community. And the Korean experience is well worth learning for Kenya as we try to achieve Vision 2030

My experience in Korea was not not confined to the Jeju Convention Centre only. I had a chance to see the sites and talk to some Koreans. Unlike some people I know who come to Africa for two weeks and go back home declaring themselves as African experts, I cannot claim expertise in Korean culture, politics and dynamics but role of women in Korea is extraordinary. Drawing parallel to some of our communities, in Jeju, the island I was visiting a woman diver is a revered person. One of our guides a Miss Kim whose second name I can’t pronounce described their role “In Jeju it is better to be born a cow than a woman, A cow only works in the field but a woman works in the field and also dives in the ocean to look for food”. The Haenyo women divers are known to dive up to 20 meters without oxygen tanks. This is a culture that is changing but the Koreans have opened a school where the remaining women divers can pass their skills and knowledge to another generation who may only dive for fun not food. A French woman has recently become the first non-Korean woman diver to complete the training!

I also visited a proposed carbon free island named  GOPADO which is near the most southerly part of Korea. It turned out (at least for the day I visited) to have the highest carbon per capita. There are only 284 people living in the island and there are two diesel driven boats taking people there. However, there are plans to put a smart grid and all power used will be from renewable sources. The solar farm is already up and two huge wind generators already in place. In the next few months they will be using renewable energy with fossil fuel driven generators only as a backup. An amazing fact about this island is that it has a smart school, with 9 children and 5 teachers!

Miss Kim (Right) explains how the Carbon Free Island will work

Throughout my stay in Korea, I was impressed by how dedicated Koreans are to learning. As an exhibitor and perhaps a less intimidating one, I was inundated with many Korean college students wishing to know more where I came from but as I later discovered practicing their English skills on me. Not bad, considering that english is my third language but I can now see the determination and believe that may have driven a poor country to lift itself by the bootstraps and become a serious player globally. In Kenya, our colleges and universities are busy churning out graduate whose skills are suited for where we have been not where we wish to go. If we are to achieve Vision 2030 we need to completely re-orient our education system to one that encourages innovation and risk taking rather than “robotic regurgitators”. Have you ever wondered how for example an Apple Inc factory is China is able to hire 30,000 engineers to supervise a 700,000 workforce. It requires that we train people for the skills which can move the nation up and we must have the vision and drive to do it. I was glad to meet Kenya students from the Pusan National University who are studying there and hopefully they will bring the Korean experience and contribute their bit.

As always, it is fun to meet other Kenyans in a foreign trip. As our testament to how quickly we adapt to foreign situations, I was pleasantly surprised to meet some Kenyan delegate who came equiped with food, uji flour, tea leaves and everything you would need to survive on the cheap and save precious dollars for that building project in Ruai/Mlolongo. I can completely identify with the Mwenye-nchi as Korea is definitely not a cheap country. I had the impression that Seoul, being the home of Samsung and LG, that electronics are cheap but I was surprised to see Nairobi prices are actually better than in Seoul. How that happens is a matter Samsung may be able to tell unless of course the quality in the City in the Sun is dodgy 

Finally, my lessons from the congress and my walkabouts:

• That we can grow enough food for 9 billion people without inventing new technologies if only we ate less meat, used the resources more equitably and if the leaders talked the walk and walked the talk. To paraphrase Gandhi, our world today has enough for everyone’s needs but not enough for everyone’s greed.
• That it is possible to increase forest cover and still develop and that there is one more than one way of doing things and that no country has the monopoly of the right answers. Bhutan, a small kingdom has increased forest cover from 61 to 80% in 20 years (can you imagine that!)
• It is possible to have growth that is not only measured by GDP but also by Gross National Happiness. Bhutan demonstrates this too.
• Korea is a country on the fast lane but struggling to retain crucial traditional heritage.
• That young people in the whole wide world are becoming one tribe. The K-Pop music bands in Korea are like any other boy band in the world  and not any different from our own Sauti Sol, or Camp Mulla. The iPad generation will close cultural gaps faster than any other time in history. But on the downside, the kids dress all the same from Seoul to Istanbul to Nairobi.
• That Thika Road is a good road but not a superhighway and Nanyuki-Rumuruti Road is not a road but a dirt trail that is in the map for roads but shouldn’t be!
• That it is possible to dive 20 meters into the ocean without an oxygen tank as a way to make a living without having to undergo a PADI scuba diving course. 
• That Kenya Airways needs to style up and offer a proper service to its clients.
• That An nyoung ha seh yo is not a Kamba phrase for Anyany nyongo ni mseo but greetings in Korean language

 Till the next ......assignment.